I’m doing this to be cruel to myself because I am starving already but the hour hand hasn’t even hit onze on the dial yet. why? penance of some sort for … something, I guess. there must be something. I’ve received a number of pseudo-compliants about the amount of food-porn on the blog and I suppose that must be why I feel compelled to tease myself in return. today’s culinary ecstasy/torture is brought to you courtesy of kelly, who took me and tina out to Local 121 in Providence to escape a dramatic rainstorm in the throes of a late-season oscar nomination attempt. (more…)